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[striketwice]

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threads of fate.

[striketwice]

( original toplevel )

cyllene.

[striketwice]

( from here )

[ Just give him a second to really parse that he heard the word "Pokemon". And that he's looking at a flesh and blood Pokemon.

What the fuck is this prison?? ]

... There a lot of those where you come from? Pokemon?

[commandress]

Yes. They've proven dangerous so we're still in the process of learning about them.

[striketwice]

So you study them for a living?

[commandress]

Fight them, if need be.

[striketwice]

Bare-handed or-?

[ Not Alec with a mental image of Cyllene trying to fist fight a Pikachu. ]

[commandress]

Some have their own Pokemon. I have a blade.

[ HE'S NOT FAR OFF-- ]

( post-elevator game ) henry.

[striketwice]

( from here )

[ Has he changed his mind? Apparently he has. Which is a strange thing to consider. For someone who makes a living at dragging skeletons out of closets, Alec makes sure that his own are kept tightly packed inside, behind lock and key, never to see the light of day.

So why this? Why now?

Fuck if he knows, and he's not going to explore it. ]

Yeah sure. We can use my room.

[ It's still just the default room that the dorm comes with. He hasn't put any thought into upgrading it. It'll serve their purpose just fine.

He spares a moment to shovel their untouched food back into the container from which the rice originally came and shove it in the fridge, then off they go. ]

[vecna]

[Off they go.

Alec’s room looks nearly the same as his, a place with four walls and no attempt at personalization. He’s not surprised, though when the door closes behind them, he’s the first to suggest that he should sit if they’re going to do this.]

You should make yourself comfortable first.

[striketwice]

You're not exactly filling me with a lot of confidence here, my guy.

[ But he plops down on the bed, propping himself up against the headboard. ]

[vecna]

[Lips quirking.]

You could stay standing if you wanted. But your body’s going to be in a trance-like state while I’m in your head. You don’t want to be sore after, do you?

[Henry seems to be considering where he wants to sit, because the same also applies to him. He decides it’s easiest to plant himself on the edge of Alec’s bed with his body angled towards him, and crosses over to do just that.]

Have you ever had someone in your memories before?

[Has he had a run-in with a psychic or two in his time?]

[striketwice]

[ Considering the state they were in just yesterday, "sore" seems light in comparison. ]

I make it a point to avoid having people in my head, actually. So, lucky you.

[vecna]

[You know what? That’s fair.]

Lucky me.

[Untrodden territory. That just makes it even more tantalizing.]

Then just relax and close your eyes. That’s all you have to do.

mistletoe.

[striketwice]

( original post )

henry. (this is going to be NSFW)

[striketwice]

( from here )

[ There Henry goes again, grabbing him by the face. Alec would almost be annoyed over it if he weren't so eager to get back to where they left off before they were rudely interrupted.

Though perhaps before they get too far back into it, they had better make sure they won't be interrupted again. He reaches up to catch Henry by the wrist. ]

Bedroom first.

[vecna]

[You can't override his favorite gesture: face-touching. :)

Though catching him by the wrist is at least a solid way of halting it for now. Henry even allows it, muscles relaxing beneath Alec's touch, because the promise of what's going to happen overrides everything else.]

Lead the way.

[Alec, taking the reins again... Well, someday maybe Henry will care enough to really push back against that. Obviously not now. Privacy is very much preferred.]

[striketwice]

[ He's not giving orders so much as pointing out the obvious next step. At least it's something they can both agree on.

Alec keeps his grip on Henry's wrist — loose, he could break away if he really wanted to — as he guides him back to his own room, ushering them both inside. He assumes that, as usual, Henry will take care of the door. ]

Now... where were we?

[vecna]

[No, he doesn’t want to let go. Led inside Alec’s room, the door predictably closes and locks on its own. Seems like they’re falling into a certain rhythm these days.

Though Henry doesn’t take long to gently twist his arm away so he can grab hold of Alec’s instead, drawing him closer. Eager to pick up where they left off, he’s leaning in, voice low and smiling with his usual faux innocence.]

I was under the impression you had a few ideas regarding what to do with my mouth.

[striketwice]

[ Alec smiles back. Sharp, smug. One might even say insufferable. ]

What, you haven't figured it out? Not even an idea?

feather plot.

[striketwice]

( original post )

"sprezzatura."

[striketwice]

( from here )

[ Oh, he does not like the way her eyes follow him, like a predator zeroing in on its prey. If there's one thing Alec does not enjoy being, it's prey.

That ball of lightning comes shooting his way, and old instincts kick in. Alec's been more or less out of the mercenary game for a while, but it's hard to forget how to fight another magic user. Like riding a bike. Still moving, he hits the deck, sliding a short ways on his back. The lightning still clips his shield as it passes, though it seems to be none worse for wear.

With that same inhuman speed, he's up and splaying a palm in her direction, sending a Firebolt small ball of flame her way. It won't do much, he knows, but it's all a distraction anyway, because the next moment, Alec simply winks out of being.

He's still here. Just invisible. ]

[velluminous]

[ this is all a game to her. if she hits him, doesn't hit him, breaks the shield, just keeps him dodging... it doesn't matter. her blood pumps, her joy soars. this is exactly what she's made for, baby!

the flame blooms and blisters across her; again, no effort to avoid it. she merely shields her eyes, and when she glances up and finds him gone, her heart only beats faster.

did he run? let's bank on... no. ]

Aleeeeec. Where'd you go?

[ starts to walk, slowly, aimless, dragging her kanabo over the path behind her so it scrapes. she scans the trees, just in case he's the perching type, but no good. ears perked for breathing, or...

hmm. sends up another little current skittering across the ground. ]

[striketwice]

[ Like he's going to answer that. Alec is well-versed in moving silently, though he has no idea how sharp her senses really are. Even with all the noise she's making dragging that weapon around, it could only be a matter of time before she finds him, so he's going to have to act fast.

That current does not have to skitter far. It pings off his shield... right behind her. The instant it does, he knows he's been had, so he snaps an invisible hand out, planting it right between her shoulder blades. Magic seizes hold of all the air in her lungs and tears it right out of her. It's like being punched in the gut without the impact.

As long as he's touching her, she won't be able to breathe. ]

[velluminous]

[ she feels him touch and takes a breath to turn and swing--tries. to take a breath.

instead, she makes an awful hitching, rattling sound that might have been a laugh, in another world. so it's like that, is it? dirty trick. she's into it. ]

Hhh... hhhaah...

[ but if he's touching her, then... that dome of his must not be separating them anymore. maybe, maybe!

so even as her throat works and her chest aches and her eyes tear up, she's lashing her tail up to twist around his wrist, even unseen. to check. ]

[striketwice]

[ Risky move, he knows, dropping his shield to get this close. She's proven too resilient and downright immune to the most powerful things in his arsenal, so this is his best bet. Even an oni needs to breathe.

Her tail comes up and twists around his wrist with no resistance. Yep, the jig is up. He steps closer, snakes his free arm around her neck from behind to hold her in place. She'll find him difficult to move, for a supposed human. Was he always this strong?

His breath huffs against her ear, words ground out through gritted teeth. ]

Maybe you ought to lie down for a little nap.